Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.